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The Puking Pug

A/N- Chronological order? Don't know her.

The young L/N didn't show up to work on the project the next Monday.

Now Y/N wasn't one to change when she'd already set her mind on something, but she never squeezed through those dusty, decrepit books at four o clock after school that day.

She wasn't with the twins, or Harry or Hermione or Ron or Caroline. And she definitely wasn't with Draco Malfoy. So where could Y/N L/N be?

As the lone teenager sat rigidly in the dark without a single sliver of light, she too wondered where she was. She wondered about many things in that space. How her friends were doing, how her parents were faring, how the floor was so uncomfortable, how long it would take her to get out, and how she had gotten in there in the first place.

It started that afternoon. No. Almost a week and a few days ago.

All because Pansy Parkinson fancied Draco Malfoy. But then again, who wouldn't?

Y/N should've been more worried about the girl who'd been glaring tiny holes into the side of her head for something she couldn't control, but she really wasn't. If the Gryffindor had the balls, she would've marched up to the unsatisfied Slytherin and demanded to switch places with the girl. If Pansy wanted Draco so badly, she could have him. But she didn't.

So Miss. L/N ignored whatever the Slytherin girl had thought she was doing for the past week. Clearly, Pansy's intimidation strategy wouldn't stop her self proclaimed lover from interacting with a girl that was now the prettiest in school. Miss Parkinson wasn't too secure with her ability to keep the broody, distant boy, so she fixed it the only way she could think of.

Y/N didn't mention it to anyone that week. Not Harry, nor Ron, nor the twins, nor Hermione, nor Caroline. There was no possible way Y/N could get a stalker at that age, and surrounded by kids that had much better things to do with their time. So she ignored it, passing off the unsettling feeling of eyes on the back of her head as nothing. Besides, these prying eyes weren't present at night when Y/N was sneaking out past curfew for snacks, so she concluded that it was completely harmless. If the unknown witch or wizard wanted to do something, they could've already.

Y/N carried on with her life at Hogwarts as she normally did. Studied with her friends in the common room, gorged herself on treacle tart when it was available at supper, snuck out at night, Nearly fell off the clock tower after being persuaded by the twins to dangle Filch's keys off the sizeable bell that hung at the very top. So the usual.

Even terrifyingly alone with no one to talk to but the walls, Y/N managed to crack a goofy smile at the memory. Through the thick fabric of her black school robes, the girl could feel the ghost of Fred's hands on her waist, keeping her from falling over the railing.

Oh, how she wished to be back in the clock tower nearly falling off a railing just to play a mean trick with her two (almost) favorite Weasleys: they still couldn't cook, so Molly Weasley would remain the favorite until they learned to.

The girl's barely perceivable (E/C) eyes gazed at the nearly pitch black floor. Her fingers traced the seams of her school robe, taking in the soft texture and slowly coming to appreciate how she'd never found them uncomfortable.

In the dark, Y/N wondered if she was going insane yet. There was no light source, and her wand was off in some unknown location. The girl wasn't much for a timekeeper, and could only guess that she'd been in this place for what? Three hours maybe? It could've been ten minutes. Maybe even five, but time was nonexistent in the shadows with only her fleeting thoughts to keep her company.